"Yeah, David." He shrugged and crossed one leg over the other (in the manly way) and leaned on his palm. "He says he didn't do it." Another shrug. "And apparently there's photographic evidence that Natalie was at some sleepover all night. Timestamped photos." He waved his hand noncommittally. He had never seen the photos. Claiming there were photos were enough for him. He assumed Natalie wouldn't say there were photos if she wasn't prepared to be called out on it.
"I broke my fucking hand punching a wall." He held up his ugly cast. Someone had drawn a big penis across the top. He had classy friends.